So this was the real owner.
Martha’s face was ashen. “I… I didn’t mean to offend,” she mumbled, but it was clear she knew she had crossed a line.
Mr. Taylor turned his attention to me, his face softening. “I am so sorry for how you were treated. That is absolutely not how we do business here. Please, allow me to offer you a discount on any dress you like. Take your time.”
Taking a steadying breath, I made my way back to the fitting room, now feeling a newfound determination. I picked another gown—elegant yet understated, its gentle fabric draping perfectly over my growing belly.
As I prepared to leave, Mr. Taylor walked me to the door. “Congratulations,” he said with genuine warmth. “You’re going to be a stunning bride.”
A wave of gratitude washed over me. “Thank you,” I murmured. “For everything.”
Then, the big day arrived. As I stood at the entrance of the church, my heart pounded with excitement. The grand doors swung open, and I stepped forward, my gown flowing like a dream around me. The room fell into a hush, every gaze fixed on me—but my eyes found only one.
Mark stood at the altar, his expression filled with love, his eyes brimming with tears/
As I made my way down the aisle, warm smiles surrounded me, and soft murmurs of admiration filled the air. In that moment, I wasn’t just a bride—I was carrying new life, radiating love and certainty. When I finally stood before Mark, he gently took my hand, his voice laced with wonder as he murmured, “You look breathtaking.”
